The Mysteries of Heron Dyke: A Novel of Incident. Volume 1 (of 3)Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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The Mysteries of Heron Dyke: A Novel of Incident. Volume 1 (of 3)
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
Having found the whip, they turned to retrace their steps, when
Martha, happening to glance up at the gallery, gave utterance to a low
cry, and grasped her companion by the arm. Ann's eyes involuntarily
followed the same direction, and a similar cry of intense terror burst
from her lips.
They saw the face of the missing girl--the face of Katherine Keen,
gazing down upon them from the gallery. The face was very pale; white
as that of the dead. The figure was leaning over the balustrade of the
gallery, and its eyes gazed down into theirs with a sad, fixed, weary
look. It seemed to be clothed in something dark, pulled partly over
its head and grasped at the throat by the white, slender fingers. For
fully half a minute, the two girls stood and stared up at the figure
in sheer incapability, and the figure looked sadly down upon them. At
length it moved--it turned--it took a step forward, and the servants,
both of them, distinctly heard the sound of a faint far-away sigh.
Could it be possible that the figure meant to come downstairs? The
spell that had held the girls was broken; with low smothered cries of
terror they turned and fled, clinging to each other.
How the one dropped the whip and the other the candle, and how
they at length gained the kitchen, and burst into it with their
terror-stricken faces and their unhappy tale, they never knew. Fitch
the saddler gazed in open-eyed amazement, as well he might; the deaf
and stolid cook looked in from the cooking-kitchen--in which congenial
place she preferred to sit, surrounded by her saucepans.
The girls sobbed forth all the dismal story. Their mistress, Mrs.
Stone, flung her apron over her head as she listened, and sank back in
her chair in dismay equal to theirs. But old Aaron was so indignant,
so scandalised, at what he called their senseless folly, that he lost
his breath in a rage, and gave each of them a month's warning on the
spot.
END OF VOL. I.
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BILLING AND SONS, PRINTERS AND ELECTROTYPERS, GUILDFORD.
_Y. S. & Sons_.
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